Had a guy almost kill me on a deer drive I was not in. I was on private property and they were on the neighboring property. From what I could figure out the guys shooting were about a hundred yards away walking down the property line. I was a hundred yards in sitting it a blind. The splinters where the bullet hit smacked me in the face. The bullet hit my blind 12 inches to the side of my head.
BE SURE OF YOUR TARGET AND BEYOND!!!???
I am against deer drives
I'm not and my brother got shot on a drive. It was his fault though.
Four of us. Three standers one driver. First driver top of a slope on a road that had a long gentle curve around the hollow to be pushed. My brother 125 yards away in the deepest part of the curve and further positioned 15 yards off the road, me 200 yards further down the road. Dad, the driver, was slowly working his way up from the bottom into the hollow. All of us are carrying 12ga with buckshot.
Big racked buck pops out into the road in front of my brother he throws up fires and misses. Deer turns right and runs directly up the road in the direction of the first stander. Brother runs out into the road to get another shot, violating the first rule of being a stander to stay exactly where you are put. First stander seeing big buck fires and misses, never sees my brother behind the buck.
My brother picked up one pellet through the inside left calf muscle, and one struck the outside edge of his right foot and lodged after cracking that bone. The one through the calf would roll out his pants leg when we stood him up as it was stopped by his jeans.
It was the elevation that allowed 00buck to carry 125 yards. Had my brother been just a yard further back, the pellets would've landed harmlessly at his feet. Had he stayed put no hit at all.
The one in the foot had to be cut out. One slice through his calloused sole and it popped out, one stich to close. He was in a soft cast.
In the aftermath the first stander, a deacon with daddy, couldn't bring himself to come to church the next day. Mama left church to go to him to hug his neck and tell him to get the notion of selling his guns out of his head because he was expected to go hunting with the next weekend. He did and still a family friend to the point that I've introduced him as the fellow that shot my brother.
Deer drives need to have some pretty firm rules for safety.